Low

Low 

Low is the toilet 

In my eldest brother's house. 

Each gathering I fear 

The next indelicate 

Landing will find me 

Exposed In my eldest brother's basement. 

~KGM November 2022

Clan fam kith kin

We drove back to old home again

Clan fam kith kin

Family sees

Those who came before

It's in our faces

Voice

Eyes

Clan fam kith kin

We drove back to old home again

Clan fam kith kin

The Lie

The lie weighs heavy
The lie lies
So still
It doesn't grow
It needs no food
Yet some that fall
Within the lie's shadow
Become
Pale as shadows
So still
The lie lies
The lie weighs heavy

~KGM 7-2021

Sometimes

Sometimes

a stroll into the past

Might bring illumination

A realization

Something new

Something missed

An epiphany

Then understanding

Coupled

With frustration

Irritation

Indignation

And a wish

A desire

An ignorant belief

That YOU

YOU

Might have changed

Your history

Silly you

You were but a child.

~KGM 4/2021

Blue Eyed Boy Gone Too Soon

Your beautiful boy

Still lives in my head.

Running free

Across the blacktop.

Easy going

Towheaded

Sharp eyed

Quick smile.

Though

You keep watch

Over all of his years

I tend his fifth.

~kgm April 2021

The Eldest

 Our family's eldest

carries a reminder

of a childhood fall

within the layers of skin

upon the knee

That hit first.

Some thoughtful days

might find her

appreciating that

particular sensation

manipulating the

old shards

guessing at each

shape and size

within their

self carved caves.

Is she remembering

the fall?

The moment?

Taking stock

of all the injuries?

Or, my guess,

reminding herself

that she's a survivor.

~KG March 29, 2021

Smithereens

Saturated limbs,

embracing the sky.

Carpeted, covered, encased,

in thick, lush, sodden, moss.

Flowers of lichen,

catching their rain share.

Then ice rained down

upon our tree town.

Then again.

"Stay strong!"

"Hold on until the sun rises!"

Messages sent

via crown and root.

Crashes, booms, thuds, cracks

Old soldiers uprooted.

Young hybrids, topped,

toppled, sheared, eviscerated,

delimbed, trashed, 

SMITHEREENS

Soon, we'll welcome the Spring

the healing, mending, scarring,

regrowth and rotting.

Then we'll honor and feed,

the survivors,

by burying the dead.

~KGM 03/03/2021

What Do You Miss?

 I miss the anticipation.

The anticipation of a new day,

A new week,

A new month,

A new season.

I miss the anticipation.

Of a friend's company,

Of the unexpected,

Of spontaneity,

Of normalcy.

I miss you.

Love, K

January 25, 2021

Crisp Sheet of Paper

On a crisp sheet of
paper
I drew me
Then
with my scissors
I clipped out
the aches
the old unhealed
wounds
That Piece that always
tries too hard
and the one that never tries . . .
Then
I was gone
~KGM Sept 2020

Hope

I sweep the kitchen tiles
As ancient Hope dog
Mostly blind
Dogs my scented shadow's movement
Smelling the day
I've swept into the air